photographer Jean Guichard
Yes, the picture is real.
Believe it or not, the man in the lighthouse was not killed.
He was awaiting rescue via helicopter.
That was the only reason he opened the door.
The funny thing about my blog is that I started it so I could be transparent to my family.
Ironically, I am feeling as though I might be swept away by emotion that involves a family member.
The blog can no longer be the outlet.
That's perfectly okay.
So, in order to mark this place in time, I must be vague.
I must mark it though.
This week, I've been feeling very much like the man in the lighthouse.
I can't really share why, only to say that it involves a family member.
Family is the single most important thing in my life.
My children are my greatest gift.
No one has died.
No one is ill.
In fact, many many folks reading this would think this thing that I'm "not" telling you about is minor in the greater scheme of life.
To me it is not. To my husband, it is not.
So what is this thing that has me so awash in sadness?
Being a parent is absolutely the hardest job on the planet.
If you want to be a good parent anyway.
I have to cling to the lighthouse and not be swept away by emotion.
I must lean on God and my dear, sweet husband for support.
Luckily, both he and God are excellent examples of how to be a parent.
Love without judgement.
Hurt, but move forward with open arms anyway.
Respond in love.
I will be rescued eventually.
Right now, I just need to close the lighthouse door and work on it.
Mull it over.